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Monday, November 1, 2010

It's haunting me!

When I moved to Chicago, I knew I needed to pare down in a big way. I was going from a 2-story townhouse I lived in by myself, to a 1-bedroom apartment I was going to share with Mike. Therefore, I sold my kitchen table and four matching chairs. I sold my coffee table and two end tables. I asked my mom to store my second bed and matching furniture. I donated an overstuffed chair. I donated tons of clothes and paintings on the wall. So you get it, I got rid of a ton of stuff.

Then when Mike and I were unpacking what I did bring to the city, he pulled this brown circular tube out of a box and exclaimed, "What is this??? A recorder?? How did a recorder make the cut?"

I laughed so hard, because I honestly had no idea. I was forced to buy this recorder for my 4th grade music class at Jessup Elementary in Cheyenne, Wyoming. I learned one song on it, an awesome rendition of "Hot Cross Buns." (Really, it's not awesome and I don't think there is more than one way to play it, but that totally sounds better.) I grabbed it from Mike, and threw it out. (Or so I thought!)

Then this week, as we moved into our new apartment, I went back to the old one to clean. When I opened the door, the recorder was there as plain as day...sitting on the counter along with Lysol and other cleaning supplies. I honestly thought I was being punked! How did it get there? Didn't I throw the damn thing away?

So in my life that's included 10 moves in 10 years, living in 5 states and getting rid of most everything, my 4th grade recorder somehow has survived. There has to be deeper meaning to this....perhaps I missed my calling as a professional recorder player. Perhaps I was meant to sell hot dogs on Michigan Ave. Perhaps I have hot buns....

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Jeannie spent more than a decade working as a morning reporter and anchor in markets around the country. She now works as a senior strategist for a Brooklyn-based PR and marketing agency. Jeannie lives in Manhattan with her husband Mike and young son Jack.
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